Shilo my love

A melody hurts me

My loved precious one has

Died

No living walking

Dead,

Wicked one,

Can

Or ever will,

Nor should,

Breathe

The air he could

Have better well,

Been,

Deserved

to have

Breathed

In his or any other

Innocent's

Stead

Now,

I am on a wild mountain

Far away

From you,

I remember you

Like yesterday

I haver not forgotten

You

My love,

Nor ever will

I

For,

Life is fleeting

More than

Grains of granite

Sunlit here,

I crunched upon them

With my boots,

You are gone

You cannot follow them

Nor walk upon them

Like you used to

You cannot walk behind them

You are forever gone

Your atoms

Lost

In the subatomic milleu

My only hope is to

Believe in hope itself

Your ghost spirit follows me

Softly,

In the air surrounding

Gently caressing

A hope

To hope,

to see,

You again

Is a memory

A brain cell?

No

I know so

My brain connects

With spirit reality

Only it

can lead

Me

to you

The pain of loss

Is real